Where are you Polly? James and I are neck and neck in the yard of ale, and I'm teaching him how to belt out 'Hymns and Arias' whilst striking the pose of a daffodil. He's playing away in Cardiff on Saturday, so thought in my capacity as responsible godfather, I should gird his loins with some tactical advice on not accepting bitter ale off any charitable Welshmen. He does however do a good Tom Jones turn on the karaoke...just like his Mum, but with his clothes on. We can only assume that you have lost The Firkin Point!! Trust me Polly, James is in good hands.
Oggy! Oggy! Oggy!
Ivor and Jimmy Boy XX
PS It was all going so well until the Cornish Pasties went airborne. So we also did the 'abject humiliation' bit several times, just for fun!
Oi! Oi! Oi!
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